The usual knot in my throat, the usual emptiness when I get home after dropping my mom off at the airport. Even Portia, despondent at her departure, decided to take it out on the chaise longue’s mats. In shreds now. Oh well. I am decamping for a weekend of solitude by the beach. Have a restful one.
One. If you are on Instagram or Twitter, you must subscribe to Overheard in LA. Born as a lark, now it accepts submissions from Angelenos everywhere (a NY one just started) of snippets of conversation overheard by people during the day. Such a true portrait of this city. On a recent one: “Nothing is as glamorous as it seems. Look at me for example. All these guys texting me to buy dinner or whatever. But internally I’m a disaster. They are literally trying to buy their way into a disaster.” Girl to friend. Nail Salon in Santa Monica.
Two. Paid for a by a SuperPac but hilarious. Carly Simon has a sense of humour.
Three. I am not proud of it but I curse often. I find it liberating. Your i-Phone, though, doesn’t like it. Curse words are not programmed in it. But there is a way around it if you really must.
Four. Note that Leonard Cohen wrote to dying Marianne Ihlen, his muse and lover for many years, forever immortalized in “So Long Marianne”. “Well Marianne, it’s come to this time when we are really so old and our bodies are falling apart and I think I will follow very soon. Know that I am so close behind you that if you stretch out your hand, I think you can reach mine. And you know that I’ve always loved you for your beauty and your wisdom, but I don’t need to say anything more about that because you know all about that. But now, I just want to wish you a very good journey. Goodbye old friend. Endless love, see you down the road.”
Five. Wonderful Michelle Obama. Once again.